*featuring Beenie Man
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[T.I.]
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Ay take a good look at me - Now picture me unhappy
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No cash and outta fashion, not flashin
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Picture me doin bad even if I wasn't rappin
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Picture me even breathe on the mic not snappin
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I'm fire hot not lukewarm, my arms frozen
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Picture me in a room full of hoes unchosen
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Picture me with no P.O. and no 'dro
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Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
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L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)
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A ghetto vision ain't real no mo' (Picture that)
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Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'
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He still so-so (picture that) he still po'
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Nigga picture that, ah matta fact picture T.I.P.
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Gettin anything other than rich
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Now can you picture this, young, pompus, African son of a bitch
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Labelled as anything less than "the shit", I can't see it
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[Chorus - Beenie Man]
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Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
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Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
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Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
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We always gonna stay 'pon top always
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Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
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Bad man nuh tek back chat no day
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Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
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We always gonna stay 'pon top, always
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[T.I.]
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Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear
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And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year
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Be like this here, Cartier frames and Pierre Jouet wristwear
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T.I.P. your majesty's right c'here
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Notice when I came the dames disappeared, ya lames listen here
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To play me, ba-by, hey he,
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gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
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Go on floss; ball where it cost
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Smile for the cameras, take your shirts off
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Y'all niggas actin, take ya skirts off
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Hoppin bomb-ass nigga and he ain't wanna work boss
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I'm gettin sick and tired off these phony rendetions
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Wonder why I don't consider them no competition
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There's no vision - lil' ambition
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How I feel about these niggas, and my word, are ya kiddin?
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[Chorus]
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[T.I.]
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Some niggas wonder what my goal is
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They think it's goin gold havin hoes sweatin me
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Fuck that, I'm in it for the longevity
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Picture me as one of the greatest that'll ever be
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Compare me to, Tupac, B.I.G., and Jay-Z
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Work with legends like, Organo, I.Z., and J.D.
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Neptunes, they even flow on one of Dre's beats
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Fly to Miami, chill with Luke and we can trade freaks
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I freak shows, just peep hoes under shade trees
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Huh, but KP say just keep it top-notch
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And make sure that the club is jumpin like it's hop-scotch
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Floss rocks and in the summer keep the top dropped
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Ten thousand dolla work for clo', when I go shop
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In the Apollo on them 'boes so the hoes jock
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Especially when I rock that linen suit with no socks
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In Polo skippers, they undo zippers,
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and they shows cock, to show shot shit
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Bitch, I'm serious
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[Chorus]
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[Beenie Man]
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Well it's a Neptunes sound (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
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Zagga-zagga-za, na-na-na-na-na (T.I.P.)
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Whoa na-na-na-na (Beenie Man)
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(Zagga-za-za-za, Oh we dat shit)
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An a ziggi-ziggi-zagga (Bad man sittin)
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Straight from Jamaica (Alright lemme give this to ya)
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Alright lemme tell them somethin (See it's goin down)
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I'm Serious
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T.I. |